Snow was so upset that he almost cried, and he seemed to be on the verge of despair.
Dai Li didn't know if Snow was born with poor psychological endurance, or if the morphine had affected his spirit, so he began to comfort Snow by saying, "Edward, calm down, and let's think about other ways."
"What else can we do? We can't escape the room at all, so we're going to die here." Snow began to cry.
Dai Li picked up the phone, pointed to the air vent of the exhaust fan, and then added, "Although we can't get out from that air vent, we can hold the phone out. Maybe there is a signal outside the vent, then we can call the police."
"You are right, give it a try." Snow stopped crying at once.
Dai Li climbed up the chair again, stretched his arm through the air vent to get the phone to the other side of the wall. Then he dialed 911 again.
